[picture flickers--the Hatter sits at a table, staring at his moving hands, a number of pins in his teeth; some newly acquired fabric, thread, odds and ends lay by his elbows, a cheap, half-broken form behind him with a rich, finely made, fully pieced suit upon it]

It is a wonder, a puzzlement, how one can sleep in such a City--let alone survive ( Read more... )

Well--

Between a floating sickness and terribly tyrannical tea testy tarries, I find my few days here to be...

Odd.

This device, for example, I have yet to truly master. At the very least, I have figured the contraption to record what I may to this 'network'.

Aside and all, I cannot find the heart or resolute to complain--for here, I had not imagined ( Read more... )